Meanwhile…
“We have to get back in there!” Britannica sits down on the ripped leather chair. “Everybody, get in your seats! TTT, set us up!”
“Hey, I’m the leader!” SpandexMonkeyMan interjects. “I won the contest, so I give the orders!”
“Dude, get over it. The contest didn’t even count.” Wednesday says as he sniffs his shirt. “Whoa. This is rank.”
“It did so count!” A tear rolls down SMM’s cheek. “It did so…”
“What about my wife?” Dogg asserts himself, ignoring SMM’s ranting. “My wife’s in there dying. We have to get her out!”
“No, that is not a wise decision.” TTT begins to program the machine to put them back into the real world.
“Why not?” Dogg asks demandingly.
“Because if we put your wife in here to rest and we defeat Agent Smith, this world will no longer exist, and it will take your wife with it.” TTT sets the timer on the machine to send them back into the real world. “So are you coming, D0GG?”
“Not yet.” Dogg stares at the console. “There’s something I have to do.”
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“Now…where were we?” Moriarty stands tall, hands on top of one another on his diamond tipped cane as the Terminatrix prepares to terminate Nuriko.
“Hee-Ya!” Tommy flies in and kicks the Terminatrix, but this does nothing but annoy her. She bends over and picks up Tommy, who is screaming because he just tore his designer jeans on the pavement.
“THOSE WERE NEW JEANS YOU METAL SKANK!”
“Prepare to be terminated.” Volts of electricity rides up her arms and begins to envelope Nuriko and Tommy, electrocuting them to death, when she is suddenly dealt a powerful blow against her head that knocks her down and loosens her grip on the two would-be heroes.
“Wow. That was a lucky shot, eh guys?” Britannica catches the boomerang and gives a smirk to Moriarty. “This ends tonight. JLR ASSEMBLE!!!!” Moriarty’s team rushes into battle, as Britannica barks out orders. “Chessmaster, put us in position! You’re a chess master so I trust your strategy! Centurian, you’ve reverted to normal because of us being taken into the fake real world, so roll.”
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Writhing in agony, Islington hides himself behind some smashed cars. “How could this happen? I am Islington! I am the Death Bringer! How could I be brought to such agony by a computer program?” Crunching sounds alert Islington, who forces himself to stand up. “You….”
SpandexMonkeyMan strolls over to Islington casually, watching his back to make sure nobody tries to surprise him. “Hey Islington. Listen, I was thinking that this isn’t working out to well, us being separated like this now. We were much stronger when our essences were combined.”
“Are…are you saying you expect me to return my essence to your pathetic shell?” Islington clutches his stomach, a blue luminescent liquid dripping from an open wound.
“No,” SMM stares into Islington’s dark cavernous eyes, “what I’m saying is that I wonder if I can steal your powers and leave you to die.”
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“Filthy, stupid humans.” Agent Smith spits out, hiding among one of the ruined buildings. “You think you can destroy me with a computer virus? Regular humans might be frail and susceptible, but I am the original program. I AM ABOVE MACHINES!” Agent Smith sits up, blood trickling from his forehead. He picks up a pair of sunglasses off the ground; half the left lens is shattered. He stands up and laughs. “I’ll just move to another town! And another! And another until this whole world is mine!”
“Shove it.” Dogg steps into view in a mech suit straight out of an anime comic. The arm cannons have been replaced with Super Soaker 70thousand technology, the inside a fully insulated control room with view screen and laser locking technology. This is light years above anything currently in the real real world, which is why he stayed around in the fake real world. Being a big fan of the original Matrix movie, he remembered about the Armory program and decided to do some programming before returning to the battleground. Dogg grips the triggers, flipping a switch on top to activate the cannons. Agent Smiths pupils dilate as he gets blasted with hot lava at 10 psi, just enough to force the magma out of the cannons and onto Smith. Dogg wanted to watch Smith melt in front of him, hatred adding fuel to his already adrenalin pumped body. Smith melts, the lava eating him away until he becomes a puddle of hot magma that cools into solid ground. “Okay honey, I’m coming to get you out of there first. And as soon as I’m sure you’re safe, the CSF are mine!”
